Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

Shen Qingyue picked up her phone, swiped her finger across the screen, found Jiang Yan's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang once and was answered.

"Qingyue?" Jiang Yan's voice came through the receiver, tinged with surprise.

"Why are you contacting me all of a sudden?"

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath, her voice returning to its usual gentleness.

"Jiang Yan, are you at school?"

"Yes, just finished training," Jiang Yan said. "What's wrong? Your voice sounds off."

"Could you come to the music room?" Shen Qingyue asked.

"I... need your help with something."

"Now?" Jiang Yan paused. "Okay, wait ten minutes."

The phone hangs up.

Shen Qingyue put down her phone, looked at the mess on the floor, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Jiang Yan.

The Jiang family is in business. Although they cannot compare to the four great noble families, they are still considered a prominent family in Beijing.

Jiang Yan is an only child, an A-level Alpha, and has always liked her, pursuing her openly and secretly for several years.

Shen Qingyue used to look down on him.

Jiang Yan is too roguish and wild, not refined enough, and does not deserve her status as the eldest daughter of the Shen family.

But now, she needs a knife.

A knife that can get rid of Su Jingsheng for her.

……

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the music room door.

Shen Qingyue went over and opened the door.

Jiang Yan stood outside the door and saw Shen Qingyue. His eyes lit up for a moment, but he quickly noticed her reddened eyes.

"Qingyue, what's wrong?" Jiang Yan frowned, stepped into the room, and closed the door behind him.

"Who bullied you?"

Shen Qingyue lowered her head and said softly, "It's nothing."

"Don't lie to me." Jiang Yan took a step forward, closing the distance. "Your eyes are red."

Shen Qingyue pursed her lips and remained silent.

Jiang Yan stared at her for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping over the mess of broken pieces and scattered sheet music on the ground.

His face darkened. "What exactly happened?"

Shen Qingyue raised her eyes, and her eyes reddened again.

"Jiang Yan," she choked back tears, "Am I such a failure?"

Jiang Yan's Adam's apple bobbed. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Then why?" Shen Qingyue's tears fell.

"Why would Jing Huai rather deal with a bankrupt person than give me a second glance?"

Jiang Yan's body stiffened for a moment.

"Bo Jinghuai?" His voice turned colder. "He went to see that Su Jingsheng again?"

Shen Qingyue didn't answer, she just lowered her head and wiped away her tears.

This is more heartbreaking than a direct answer.

Jiang Yan looked at the girl in front of him, whom he had liked since childhood.

In his heart, Shen Qingyue was always an unattainable moon—gentle, outstanding, and perfect.

But now the moon is crying its heart out before him.

Because of another man.

Jiang Yan's fingers tightened. "That Su Jingsheng, it's a pity I couldn't get close to her last time and tear off her vain mask."

Shen Qingyue looked up at him with tearful eyes, "Jiang Yan, don't do anything reckless, Jing Huai will be angry."

"Is he angry?" Jiang Yan twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Qingyue, you're just too kind."

"That kind of woman is clearly after the Bo family's money and power. She used tricks to seduce Bo Jinghuai, and you're still defending her?"

Shen Qingyue shook her head. "I just didn't want to put Jing Huai in a difficult position. After all, she's his ex-girlfriend, and they might still have feelings for each other."

Jiang Yan stared at her for a long time, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Qingyue, Bo Jinghuai doesn't cherish you; he's blind."

Shen Qingyue's eyelashes trembled, but she didn't pull her hand away.

Jiang Yan rubbed his thumb against her wrist bone. "What do you want? I'll help you."

Shen Qingyue looked up at him. "Jiang Yan, I don't want to hurt anyone."

"I just... I just don't want to see Jing Huai being deceived by her anymore."

She paused, then lowered her voice even further, "Su Jingsheng has also signed up for next week's piano competition."

"Jing Huai, he might go see him."

Jiang Yan's eyes darkened.

"A competition, huh?" He smirked. "Don't worry, she can't win."

Shen Qingyue shook her head. "Jiang Yan, don't do anything foolish."

"The competition is organized by the Student Union's Arts Department. If something goes wrong, it's hard to say what will happen to Jinghuai."

"I won't let anything happen to her," Jiang Yan interrupted her.

"It's just that she can't win."

Shen Qingyue looked at him, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Jiang Yan, from childhood to adulthood, you're the only one who's ever been good to me."

Jiang Yan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He leaned closer and could smell the faint fragrance in her hair.

"Qingyue," he said in a low, husky voice, "I'm good to you, you don't need to thank me."

Shen Qingyue lowered her eyelashes and remained silent.

Jiang Yan stared at her face, which was so close to his, and his breathing became heavier.

He has liked Shen Qingyue for many years.

From junior high school onwards, she was the most dazzling Omega in the school—gentle, beautiful, and from a good family.

He pursued her, sent her flowers, and confessed his feelings.

But Shen Qingyue always gently refused, saying that she was still young and should focus on her studies.

He believed it.

Later, when she differentiated into an S-class Omega, he felt even more unworthy of her, and could only suppress his feelings for her in his heart, silently watching over her.

But now...

Looking at Shen Qingyue's red, tear-filled eyes, Jiang Yan felt a surge of protectiveness.

Bo Jinghuai doesn't want her, he does.

"Qingyue," Jiang Yan spoke again, his voice even lower.

"If Bo Jinghuai really is with that Su Jingsheng..."

"No, I won't." Shen Qingyue interrupted him, raising her head with a firm look in her eyes.

"Jing Huai is just confused for a moment. He will eventually understand who is the most suitable person for him."

Jiang Yan's throat tightened.

He was trying to say, what's the use of being suitable?

Bo Jinghuai doesn't cherish you at all.

But he didn't say it.

He simply released her hand and took a step back.

"Leave the piano competition to me," Jiang Yan said.

Shen Qingyue nodded, a slight smile finally appearing on her face.

Jiang Yan looked at her and smiled, suppressing the bitterness in his heart.

Worth it.

Even if he was just being used by her, he accepted it.

……

The music room door closed.

The smile on Shen Qingyue's face slowly disappeared.

She walked to the window and looked at Jiang Yan's departing figure downstairs with a cold gaze.

Jiang Yan, that dog, is quite useful.

She picked up her phone and dialed another number.

This time, a middle-aged man answered the phone, speaking respectfully.

"Miss."

"Uncle Wang." Shen Qingyue's voice returned to its usual gentle tone.

"Could you help me find out where Su Jingsheng's father, Su Mingde, is now?"

"Yes," came the reply from the other end of the phone. "Is there anything I need to do?"

Shen Qingyue looked out the window, a faint smile curving her lips.

"Find him," she said.

"Tell him that his daughter has married into a better family, and that he, as the father, should also ask for some child support."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingyue walked back to the piano and sat down.

His fingers landed on the piano keys, producing a series of smooth notes.

Su Jingsheng, do you want to make a name for yourself through piano competitions?

dream.